I saw you standing There
Waiting
At the bus Station
Should I Just drive On through
Wave from My Heart
We are through…

Or
Slow
Down
And
Take In Your Face
Your Way Of Standing
Lost
Slightly Askew
In This World
Abandoned By Anyone
You Lent Faith To
Your birthday Was the Same as mine
Your dreams
Your voice
Your way
Of smiling
Green eyes
Securely
Drifting
To
Walks
Of sunset
And full moon Tide
Your
Fingers
Your
Thighs
Your
Thoughts

Drive.
Right On Through.

Thomas Stanton is a member of the Benicia First Tuesday Poetry Group. This poem was an Honorable Mention at the 2017 Benicia Love Poetry Contest.

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